This is a song about "Left"

She knows you masturbate left handed

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

And i'm left for the corrections,

Left you bitches there standing idle

That’s only if they handle

So with your mind left exploded

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Got nothing left to say

Right where you stay

'till there's nothin' left.

Your new man got my respect

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Promises that had us left assured